She looks plain.  Businesslike.  Small wire-rim glasses perch on her nose, and eyes the sparkling green of aspen leaves are there, intelligence shining, fringed by thick dark lashes.  Her face is oval-shaped and delicate, with high cheekbones and a bow-shaped mouth dusted with a bit of gloss, a soft pink in colour.  Her body is long and lean, but her bust is more than generous.  Long, slender legs are usually (though not always) covered. In her arms is often a clipboard, and under that sweet scent of lilac and lily of the valley?  The faint hint of brimstone.  And...are those wings?